Queen Of Tears Summary Novels & Stories

"Wait! What?! That's confusing! You said you're the Alpha." "Yes, but so are you." Sage sat up, dragging the sheet around her exposed body. Then she looked over her shoulder and gave me a face of confusion. "Can you please elaborate?" As I sat up, I didn't bother to cover myself, causing my mate's eyes to stare at my chest. I mentally smirked when she blushed but absorbed her question instead. "Well, I was confused too but she said that the previous Queens share the curse with their mate before. Everything just changed when her spirit shattered during the rebellion."

With calm steps, the queen advanced, feeling that her heart was about to break out of its place. Automatically, her eyes filled with tears as she slowly approached the bed. As soon as she reached it, she put her hand over her mouth and stepped back, falling to the floor while silently screaming with all her might. Yes, it was her??her daughter??? Fury!! Her tears fell and she felt that there was a scream that wanted to break her throat in order to get out. She started crying bitterly as she could hardly believe that she was in front of her daughter after all these years.

he said, leaning close to her face. Suddenly he was back. The girl's face was wet with tears. Her eyes were swollen with tears. She was a very beautiful young girl. There was nothing except her. He forgot everything. He just remembered that the girl was the Queen of his heart. It was his heartbeat. He was so lost to see her that he couldn't even think of her staggering. The continuity was broken when she fainted. ****** "I am very ashamed of the pain that has befallen you. You stop crying and change your clothes and come down to eat. You have been unconscious since last night. Surely you must have been hungry. "

"Is that your headache right now?" The Queen’s lips pressed into a line. "You don’t understand. We’re Lycans. We are—" "Stop that, Mom! This isn’t about pride. We need Marissa. Justin is running on fumes." The Queen’s hand trembled, and her face twisted like someone had slapped her. Then her eyes welled up. She wiped them quickly, but the tears kept falling—silently. I stared at her helplessly, watching her strength melt before me. She didn’t speak. She just cried.

He shook my hand, letting it linger more than necessary, the burning gaze in his eyes equalled mine. “Auror… uhm… Doctor Rory…” The voice of the queen interrupted and we quickly separated, I turned to look at the woman, her face was wet with tears which I presumed were tears of joy and her eyes held a mistake of sadness, happiness and regret?...when she looked at me.

my grip tightened followed by a hot slap on her cheek as hot tears stung her eyes. “I’m sorry my Queen.” I pulled her up roughly as she began fidgeting on her fingers while tears streamed down her cheek which she quickly swiped at it. She knows how I hate to see her crocodile silly tears and next I see those foolish liquids I would smack her till they turn crimson. “Now tell me, have you seen the priestess, and did she get me the fertility syrup?”

Her hair is a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with unshed tears, fury, and—Moon help me—defiance. “Are you alright?” I ask, my hands everywhere, checking her, grounding myself, needing to feel her breathe. She blinks up at me, then huffs. “I told him not to touch me. Men never listen.” I almost laugh. Almost. A soft, broken whisper cuts through the chaos. Quiet. Devastated. “Ravelle…” Every muscle in my body locks. The Queen is standing. Her eyes—those same eyes—are filled with tears. Every head turns to her.

she whispered again but this time a tear drop followed. I was totally awed and confused of what to do next. I had never being in a position to comfort someone so this was a hard nut to crack for me. "It's okay" I whispered, wiping her tears with my thumb. Her eyes flicked open abruptly. She was basically gasping for breathe, looking around to be sure of where she was, until she noticed her hand latched unto mine. She stood up slowly until she was sited upright. Her gaze met mine and she let out even more tears, sobbing silently.

And there—upon the throne— sat the Seelie Queen. Lyressa. Kaelani approached slowly this time. Curiosity had long since overtaken fear. She studied the queen’s face again—the troubled expression, the regal posture locked in eternal stillness. Lyressa looked like a statue carved from moonlight. Kaelani leaned closer, her eyes narrowing as she studied the queen’s face more carefully. And then she saw it. A tear. A single crystalline tear that had slipped from the corner of Lyressa’s eye, frozen halfway down her cheek.

She looks at me, "You used to visit sometimes, don't you remember?" I shake my head, "If I did, I wouldn't be asking questions." "I was the Queen's maid and Henry's nanny." My jaw drops and that's when the memories come flooding back, the gifts, the trips to the castle and the little brunette boy, which used to chase me around the castle and play hide and look with, it's Henry. "You remember now?" I nod, "Yes." Henry walks into the living room and tells Nana that the car is waiting outside, she kisses his cheek goodbye and gives Henry a hug and leaves. The sudden realization that I'm left with the king hits me, and I am nervous like sweaty palms nervous.